"The wormhole is open"

"Seventh Uncle, Third Aunt, you are the elders, you go first."

Cangming Young Patriarch is very humble.

Qibo did his duty and took the lead, leading two juniors. With a flash of inspiration, he jumped into the black whirlpool and disappeared in an instant. Sangu followed closely with his three juniors.

At this time.

The humility on Cangming Young Patriarch's face had been wiped away, and he turned to Fu Shisi and said:

"Fellow Daoist Fu, remember what I said before."

Cangming Young Patriarch turned sideways and stepped back to make way.

Obviously.

He would not feel at ease until he saw Fu Eleven and four others enter the wormhole with his own eyes.

Mr. Fu, who was leading Fu Eleven and four other people, had a flash of inspiration. When he was submerged in the black vortex, his body paused, and the voice of Young Patriarch Cangming came to his ears:

"Fellow Daoist Fu, my seventh uncle and third aunt seem to be easy to talk to, but no one with the second surname has appeared in this demon wormhole for a long time. The default place here is the trial secret realm of our Cangming clan. If they know your identity

, I will definitely not let you leave here alive, after all, only the dead can keep secrets!"

This is a naked threat.

However.

Mr. Fu has a clear background.

Since the seventh uncle and third aunt cannot tolerate people with foreign surnames here, then the young patriarch of the Cangming clan cannot tolerate them even more.

This Cangming young patriarch will most likely choose to kill the donkey in the end!

"Eleven, Yimu and Sitian"

"After entering the wormhole, be sure not to get separated, and be especially alert to the Cangming Young Patriarch!"

"Yes, grandfather!"

Fu Shiyi's heart trembled.

She had already vaguely guessed about the ultimate purpose of Cangming Young Patriarch's trip.

Just afraid.

Only a few of them can really leave this place.

After a brief dizziness.

A refreshing fragrance hits you.

What comes into view is a familiar sight with the aroma of rice.

I saw dozens of acres of spiritual fields arranged around a spirit-gathering tree. What was planted on the spiritual fields was red pith rice. It was the harvest season of red pith rice. Strings of shining red pith rice bent the rice.

Sui.

An old man in coarse cloth is checking the condition of Lingmi.

Next to the old man, there is a slightly younger middle-aged man standing. This man is the eighth uncle, and the old man is the third uncle.

The two of them looked at the spiritual field.

Full of joy:

"Third brother, thank you for your hard work. Look at the appearance of this red marrow rice. This year is a good harvest year for our Fu family. With these dozen acres of red marrow rice, even if we give up the daily rations of dozens of cultivators in the clan, there is still one or two taels left.

One hundred catties can be sold at the market, which is a considerable amount of income."

"Yes, yes, the clan can finally have a good year this year, and it's all thanks to Shi Yi. This girl Shi Yi is much more talented in planting than me, and she's very careful."

Talking room.

The third uncle and the eighth uncle turned their heads.

When they saw Fu Shiyi, they all looked doting and kind:

"Eleven, these ancient cliff-dwelling spirits, flowers and plants are all thanks to your care."

"This is a second-level radiant elixir that I delivered to Xihefang City and bought from your seventh uncle in exchange for it. It will help you break through the late stage of Qi training. Take it quickly."

Fu Eleven's eyes turned slightly red.

This is the warmest time in her memory.

At that time.

The third uncle, the seventh uncle and the eighth uncle are all still built here.

But.

Now only the eighth uncle's soul lives in the temple, and the seventh uncle and eighth uncle may have been reincarnated long ago.

"Thank you!"
Chapter completed!